Ghosts of Utopia - IAMX

You are haunted by the tremor of your light

Walking circles, crossing lines

And if the stirring of your soul, of this fury

Jumping hurdles, just to abide

You are turning sorrow with opinions and opinions

Nobody can hear you

Nobody can hear you

This is psychosis

This is psychosis

This is the jigsaw blown apart

You are the ghost of Utopia

You’re the concrete stunt, the divided heart

You are the ghost of Utopia

You’re the miracle of America

Every time you learn you don’t regret

All your hurting, all your debts

Cause the whip and kiss won’t help you to forget

The emergency of your secrets and your trash

You are turning sorrow with opinions and opinions

Nobody can hear you

Nobody can hear you

This is psychosis

This is psychosis

This is the jigsaw blown apart

You are the ghost of Utopia

You’re the concrete start, the divided heart

You are the ghost of Utopia

You’re the miracle of America

You are turning sorrow with opinions and opinions

Nobody can hear you

Nobody can hear you

This is psychosis

This is psychosis

This is psychosis

This is psychosis

This is psychosis

This is psychosis